Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Title: Ambassador
to the Human-Other Summit, Council Chair of the New England Vampire

Council

Biography:

Lady
Elizabeth Pierce was born three weeks early to an affluent noble family in
Brighton, England in 1795. Her mother, suffering internal bleeding from a
difficult breech birth, died within days of delivery and the doctors feared the
child would soon follow. Elizabeth, however, was a strong infant and survived
to grow into a precocious child. Lord Edmund Pierce, hoping for an heir and
blaming her for the death of his beloved wife, spent little time with his young
daughter and left her in the care of a succession of nannies and governesses.

As
the child grew into a lovely young woman who was the very image of her
beautiful mother, her father remained almost constantly in London attending a
succession of parties and entertaining a multitude of mistresses. It was during
one of these wild routs that Lord Edmund met Janus Fleming, Earl of Wiltshire.
For nearly a year, the pair spent most of their time together drinking,
gambling, and sharing women of dubious moral background. In an effort to
maintain his position in society and his exalted place as the close friend of
such a notoriously infamous nobleman, Lord Edmund spent more time than was
financially healthy at the gaming tables. Unfortunately for the young
Elizabeth’s father, he wasn’t wise enough to realize he was being fleeced by
expert gamesters and watched as his modest fortune disappeared at the tables
and race tracks.

As
the summer of 1812 approached, Lord Edmund was horrified to learn just how
completely he’d brought he’d family to ruin. A particularly debauched weekend
at the Earl of Wiltshire’s Townhouse had seen the loss of the young Elizabeth’s
dowry as well as the deed to all but the entailed properties. The Pierce family
was ruined in the eyes of Society on the eve of the girl’s debut. Janus, who’d
orchestrated his “friend’s” downfall, arrived just in time to convince Edmund
not to take the “gentleman’s way out” with a shocking proposal: He’d restore
Pierce’s fortune in exchange for his daughter, Elizabeth. Convinced that his
friend intended marriage, Edmund agreed.

Their
lives were never the same again.

Elizabeth
was brought from the country to meet her “betrothed” and order her trousseau.
After three months of balls, parties, and teas, her father whisked her away
from Town and off to Lord Janus’ estate. Once they’d arrived, Elizabeth was
escorted to her room while Edmund was taken to the meet the master of the
house. Instead of a glass of brandy in the library, he was overpowered, gagged,
thrown into a cell, and shackled to the wall. When the Earl joined him, the
man’s crimson eyes glowing in the faint light which reflected off his elongated
fangs struck terror into his heart. Somehow he’d fallen into the clutches of a
monster and brought his daughter with him. With a wicked smile, Janus took
great delight in educating the nobleman as to the identity of the orchestrator
of his downfall. He praised the man for delivering to him such a lovely virgin
prize. A prize that would be savored in all ways in the very near future.

Unsuspecting
of the planned events, Elizabeth bathed in preparation for dinner with her charming
and handsome fiancé. After her bath, several maids entered to help her dress
for dinner - only they weren’t carrying any of the dresses she’d ordered.
Though she protested most vigorously, she couldn’t overpower the inhumanly
strong servants. The “maids” dragged her from her room in nothing more than a
leather collar around her neck, cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and a sheer
shift that revealed more than it concealed. Though she cried, begged, and
fought them as much as she was able, the women easily forced her down to the cellar
where her fiancé awaited her with a score or more similarly robed men.

Laid
upon a stone altar to some pagan god or even Satan himself, Elizabeth sobbed
her pleas until she was hoarse but they fell upon deaf ears. The maids threaded
rope through rings in her cuffs and secured her, spread eagled and face up, on
the cold, damp altar. She struggled but their knots held firm. When Janus
stepped up to the altar, she still held onto hope that it was all some big joke
and they’d have a laugh over tea. When he slid the robe from his body, his very
naked body, she realized that not
only was this not a joke but her fiancé was responsible for whatever was about
to happen to her.

The
night was long and filled with a multitude of emotions and revelations for the
young, innocent girl. The knowledge that vampires existed in her world seemed
almost pedestrian when compared to the vile acts they perpetrated upon her
nubile body. Janus claimed her maidenhead but each man took his turn as they
chanted prayers to an unknown god. When the night was through and she lay
bleeding, sore, and raw from their use, her fiancé committed his foulest act:
he turned her into a monster.

He
denied her blood for nearly a week until her beast was almost insane with need
and then he threw her a human meal. Her father. She couldn’t stop herself but
she swore then and there that her master would pay for the evil he’d forced
upon her.

She
had just entered her seventy-fifth year as a vampire when she happened across
Blake Simons. He was looking for a willing bedmate amongst the lower classes
while she hunted a victim for her master. Fighting Janus’ influence, she begged
the elder vampire to take her head and remove her from the hell her life had
become. Instead, he helped her destroy her maker and rebuild her life.

Elizabeth
took over some of Blake’s smaller corporations and, after almost fifty years of
hard work, bought out his shares to become the sole owner. She’s had little to
do with the vampire community over the years, preferring to remain as human as
possible. It was because of this that the Primus Concilium assigned her a place
on the New England Vampire Council. With an eye to protecting humans from evils
her kind could inflict so easily, she dedicated all her time away from her
businesses to the Council. This dedication was rewarded and she rose to
Chairman over a decade ago and have held the post ever since.

Just
prior to the Reveal, she met her mate in one of her students: a young man named
Johannes Hunsinger. She could smell the taint of disease on his body, a disease
that would take his life in the most painful of ways, and it was this knowledge
of his mortality that convinced her to do the one thing she’d sworn never to do.
She converted a human to the life of a vampire. Their joy eased her conscience
and began healing the pain of her own conversion. This enabled her to bring a
third into their small coven.

Her
happiness knows no bounds and her soul is the closest to peace than it’s been
in over two centuries.

(I believe the artist of the photo is Luis Royo, an incomparable fantasy artist whose work is simply exquisite. I wasn't able to verify that so any help there would be appreciated.)

Friday, May 18, 2012

Title: Councilman
for the North Eastern US Vampire Council representing the states of

Maine, New Hampshire, and Vermont

Biography:

Antoine
Augustin Calmet was born February 26, 1672, at Ménil-la-Horgne, in the Meuse
department, located in the region of Lorraine, France. Destined for the church, he was educated at
the Benedictine priory of Breuil in the town of Commercy, and in 1688 joined
the same Order at the Abbey of Saint-Mansuy at Toul where he was admitted to the
profession in October of the following year. After his ordination in 1696, he was
appointed to teach philosophy and theology at the Abbey of Moyenmoutier. Here,
with the help of his brethren, he began to gather the material for his
commentary of the Bible. It was also here that he met a young man by the name
of Drouet, a local who tended the store house and ran their errands into the
nearby town.

Their
meetings, at first, were infrequent for the lad preferred his solitude and
Augustin respected his wishes. Augustin learned that the boy had been orphaned
at a young age by disease and had travelled the continent ever since, working
in many different churches of all denominations. While he confessed to not
being the most pious soul, the beautiful structures, angelic music, and quiet
solitude appealed to the lad. He also discovered that the young man had taken lessons
in exchange for his work at one of the churches for which he’d worked and was a
voracious reader. This sparked some of the most heated, and enjoyable, debates
between the two that even drew the attention of many of his brethren.

The
monk, whose books and treatises were elevating him slowly through the ranks of
the church, was unwilling to lose his talks with the unique young man as he
travelled from post to post on behalf of his Pope. He offered the lad a
position as his personal valet, footman, butler, and anything else that was
needed to keep the newly appointed Abbot’s life moving more smoothly. Though Drouet
seemed uneasy about the arrangement at first, he reluctantly agreed and the
pair settled into his spacious apartments at the Abbaye de Senones in Lorraine,
France.

Augustin
continued his holy work for the church while having some rather unholy thoughts
about his new servant. He prayed and confessed and even scourged himself to be
rid of his thoughts and desires but all to no avail. He wanted the boy in ways
the church could never condone. The greater his torment, however, the better
his work became as he pored his frustration and self-loathing into his
dissertations. He was unaware of the nature of his valet or that what he was
feeling was the pull of his mate.

It
was a night like any other when he discovered the true nature of his serving
lad. He’d burned through three full candles researching and making notes for
his upcoming work, Commentaire littéral historique et moral sur la règle de
Saint Benoît, a commentary on the history of St. Benedict, when he noticed
a shadow entering the courtyard below his window. Fixing the shadow’s position
in his mind, the now-elderly monk walked lightly down the stairs and through
the back door in hopes of persuading any potential thief of the eternal
consequences of their actions. Instead of a thief, he found Drouet collapsed in
the roses in a bloodied and broken heap.

Awkwardly,
the Abbot half-dragged, half-carried the young man into the study and fetched
water, cloth, and spirits to tend his wounds. He prayed for lad’s swift
recovery almost as often as he prayed for his own blackened soul for touching
the soft, smooth skin of the beautiful young servant was like the answer to one
of his unholy prayers. When he sponged the caked dirt and blood from the
youthful face, however, the injured man’s eyes sprang open and they were
changed – as crimson as the blood that stained his alabaster skin and filled
with an unnatural hunger. Swift as lightning, the lad gripped his arm in fingers
too strong to be human. Long, deadly fangs eased from the boy’s mouth, glinting
in the candlelight before sinking deep into the vein in his wrist. The Abbot
wondered if the devil had finally come for him for all his immoral thoughts
when the pleasure hit. At nearly sixty years of age, Dom Augustin Calmet
experienced his first orgasm from his mate’s bite.

It
took weeks of prayer, debates, fasting, and discussions before the pair would
concede to their rather unique relationship. Though it was officially frowned
upon by all in positions of authority, many pious men in the church utilized
the services of either men or women to slake their earthly lusts. It was fairly
common knowledge both in and outside the church that several Popes had fathered
children gotten on their mistresses during their papacy; it was less commonly
known that some even kept male lovers as well. Researching these facts soothed
the conflicted Abbot’s conscience somewhat and, though they could not be open
about their unusual affection for one another, they celebrated the release of
his work on St. Benedict by consummating their love at last. Augustin had just
entered his sixtieth year.

Twice
during the next decade of joyful exploration, toe-curling lovemaking, and philosophical
debate, Dom Augustin was entrusted with the office of Abbot General of the
congregation. During these years, they had to be slightly more careful of
exposing their relationship to others but were otherwise unaffected by the
additional duties of the office. It was only when Pope Benedict XIII wished to
confer episcopal dignity upon him, that he saw the danger in his growing
reputation. Allowing the Pope to believe that his humility could not be brought
to accept the honor, Augustin graciously refused; stating his contentment with
his post at the Senones Abbey and his duty to the congregation there.

Drouet
continuously tried to convince the aging monk to cross over and become as he
was, to live by his side forever, but his faith prevented Augustin from
agreeing. It seemed to go against the very basis of his beliefs to deny his rightful
judgment by St. Peter by avoiding death entirely. He did, however, begin work
on the treatise that would ultimately cost him his mate, his happiness, and his
life: Dissertations sur les apparitions des anges, des demons et des esprits,
et sur les revenants et vampires de Hongrie, de Boheme, de Moravie, et de
Silesie.

When
the treatise was released in 1746, the vampire’s Primus Concilium ordered an
investigation into the man placing their kind into danger by exposing the
reality of their existence. Before the Special Investigator could arrive, one
Blake Simons, the local coven that had long opposed the unusual mating of their
kind to a human of the same sex decided to anticipate the Concilium’s ruling
and attacked the pair in the Abbot’s home. By the time Blake had arrived,
Drouet had been drained, dismembered, and his heart removed to prevent any hope
of healing. Calmet, too, had been beaten and bled but he somehow remained at
the very edge of death’s door. A pious, pacifistic monk, the sheer savagery of
the attack spurred his yearning for vengeance against the coven that’d taken
his mate. Blake changed the elderly man and helped him build a pyre for his
beloved vampire servant. The elder vampire watched the monk’s faith dwindle as
his lover’s body burned. There was little remaining of Augustin Calmet in the
crimson eyes that watched the flame reduce the wood, flesh, and cloth to
nothing but ash.

Their
vengeance was swift, bloody, and necessarily savage. It was much a statement to
others as it was a question of retribution. Calmet’s beast knew it was weaker
than most, having been changed in the fading years of his life, and so it
wished to preserve itself by denying that weakness in the most gloriously
bloody way possible. The beast succeeded. The Concilium make a token protest at
the destruction of the small coven of fifteen vampires but otherwise let the
matter die. The treatise was mostly ignored by the learned population of Europe
and the vampire scare soon faded under more pressing concerns. The Battle of
Culloden in England, riots in Amsterdam demanding governmental changes, and the
signing of the Treaty of Aix-la-Chapelle to end the War of the Austrian
Succession all were of far more importance to the powerful vampire council than
the fate of a single, disruptive coven.

Augustin
secured his works and groomed his successor at the Abbey over the next ten
years while Blake remained to help his newling adapt to his new life. Dom
Augustin ‘died’ in 1757, a pauper’s body lying in the closed casket at his
funeral. The newling and his Sire traveled the length and breadth of the world
for almost a century until their separate destinies pulled them in different
directions. It wasn’t until the end of the Great War when the former monk felt
the metal touch of his Sire. Augustin had been working in a soup kitchen when
Blake personally delivered his corporation’s weekly donations. They’ve been in
close but guarded contact ever since.

For more information on Dom Augustin Calmet and his theological works, check out Augustin's Wiki Page. For my research on sexual practices of the clergy of the Middle Ages, I used This Page

(The photo on the left is a portrait of the actual Antoine Augustin Calmet, Benedictine monk and Abbot. The photo on the right is, of course, Sir Patrick Stewart - the yummy actor. The left represents Calmet when he was human. The right, Calmet in the modern world.)

Born
nearly 2000 years ago to a professor at the Malvarin Academy of Mystical Arts
and his nymph mate, Lysavar grew up surrounded by both nature and magic. He was
a small child, slim even by elven standards, and considered almost frail for
most of his first quarter century until his powers began to manifest. Even at
an early age, he showed an amazing affinity for earth magic – manipulating the
local flora while still an adolescent and perfecting shape-changing magic by
his second century.

His father’s
position ensured him a place in the illustrious Academy but it was his swift advancement
through his introductory lessons that assured him respect and envy amongst his
peers. He quickly moved through Magical Theory, History of Mages in Malvarin and
Beyond, and Practical Application in half the time and with better results than
his contemporaries. Advancing so quickly meant he had lots of time on his hands,
however, and so the young shaman began taking side courses to simply give
himself a challenge. Due to his heritage, he gravitated towards anything
dealing with earth magic – Herbalism, Comprehensive Components and Their Substitutions,
and the Care and Feeding of Familiars and Totem Animals.

Studious
and quiet, he quickly completed any and all courses offered in earth magic and
was offered a position on the Malvarin staff as a researcher. Once more, he
excelled in his chosen role, concentrating on researching cheaper or more
readily available alternatives to expensive components. Though some of the
staff at the Academy condemned his findings as encouraging even the lowest
creature to dabble in magic, most praised his work for making the craft
accessible to all who wished to learn of its beauty.

Lysavar
spent over five centuries as a researcher before he felt the call to do more at
the Academy. He’d advanced as far as he could in his chosen fields of research and
wished to do more with his craft. Speaking first with his father and then with
the Dean, he became one of the most heavily trained professors Malvarin had
ever had. His courses ranged from basic courses such as The Flora and Fauna of
the Fey Lands – What You Don’t Know Can Hurt You and An Introduction to the Creatures of the
Human and Infernal Planes all the way to Advanced Component Substitution or
Elimination and The Morality of Elemental Manipulation. It was in this last
class that he met his most unusual student – Micipsa Zakhara, Warlord of the
Ifrit – and, through him, the elf who would become his greatest and dearest
friend – King Urúvion of Kedaunnor.

The
young professor had heard the horror stories of the youthful djinni and assumed
the only reason the powerful creature remained at Malvarin at all was due to
the influence of his royal friend. His participation in the difficult
philosophical course surprised Lysavar…and impressed him. While Micipsa had
been a terror to the Professors of the Academy as a child, rarely taking his
studies seriously, he had grown into a thoughtful, brilliant young Ifrit worthy
of the title of Warlord of his race. Student and teacher could often be found
discussing various points after class, sometimes drawing a crowd with their
heated debates, and Lysavar’s well-informed replies and level head even in the
face of the Ifrit’s rising temper prompted one of his peers to suggest he take
a position in the Royal Guard.

Micipsa
encouraged his former teacher to join the Guard while Urúvion was less than
enthusiastic. As the day of his resignation from the Academy drew closer, their
friendship grew more and more strained. Though he never actually spoke against
his choice, Lysavar was aware of the king’s disapproval and it caused a rift in
their friendship that lasted several centuries. It also created stumbling
blocks in the young elf’s new career choice.

Even
the disapproval of a king, however, wasn’t enough to prevent Lysavar’s rise in
the Guard. His skill in the mystical arts as well as his natural ability to
soothe ruffled feelings and emotions aided in his advancement. The skilled
shaman quietly moved up in the ranks so that, by his 1500th year, he
was under consideration for a position on the Royal Advisory Committee. When it
became clear that the position would be his, the two former friends met,
talked, and reached an agreement. Though Lysavar never learned why his friend
objected to his joining the Royal Guard, they fell into an easy working
relationship that rekindled their old friendship.

A
mere 200 years had passed since he’d joined the Royal Guard when Lysavar was
named the Royal Shaman and Advisor to the King of Kings. As the most trusted of
those on the Advisory Committee, Urúvion often sent his Advisor on errands
outside the fey lands – taking messages to their mutual friend, Micipsa, or
assessing human or Infernal activity on other planes of existence. It was on
one of these errands that the solemn young elf met with the vampire
Investigator, Blake Simons.

The
elder vampire was stunningly gorgeous with a hint of danger that appealed to
the quiet elf. In the beginning, it seemed that the attraction was not mutual
and the two settled into an odd sort of friendship while working towards their
individual, yet similar, goals. Once they’d completed their tasks, however, Blake
had invited Lysavar into his home in a northern county of England and gave rise
to the elf’s hope that they could experience something more than simple friendship.
Though his heart belonged to another, something about the dangerous, brooding
vampire inspired Lysavar’s long-hidden mischievous nature to emerge and he
commenced to flirting outrageously with his host. They parted ways amicably, if
not more than slightly sexually frustrated, and the elf had left a Summoning
Sphere upon Blake’s pillow…just in case.

Since
then, the quiet, serious elf with the hidden mischievous streak has faithfully served
his king and his people with unwavering loyalty.

(The picture was taken from a random image search and bore no artist's name. The title of the original piece was Vanissar, King Dinasty. If this is your picture and you'd like for it to be properly credited or even removed, please let me know! I thought he was perfect for Lysavar.)

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Eyes: Changing
– depending on the magic he is currently channeling, Urúvion’s eyes can

range from the dark green of
the deep forest to the pale blue of an ice floe to the

blood red of the darkest crimson.
When he’s not actively manipulating magic,

however, they are a pale blue.

Hair: Silvery-white

Title: King of Kedaunnor, the Arbiter, King
of Kings

Biography:

Urúvion
Lithsumé was born in the fae lands of Kedaunnor to His Royal Majesty, King Eirdaran,
and Raina, His Beloved Queen. As a child, Urúvion showed great talent for magic
– mastering each school with ease. By the time he was a mere seventy five years
of age, it was clear he could no longer advance under the teachings of even the
best royal tutors. King Eirdaran petitioned his son to be tested and, as a
result, he became the youngest elf admitted to the prestigious Malvarin Academy
of Mystical Arts.

The young
prince spent more than two thousand years at Malvarin, returning to Kedaunnor
only for important celebrations or royal events: the Second Millennia
Celebration of his father’s reign; the marriage of his younger brother, Randdur;
and the birth of his sister, Talaima. He spent centuries perfecting one school
of magic only to be drawn by another that he would then strive to master. He
became adept at both altering existing spells as well as eschewing the
necessary materials most needed. Many of the other students, and some
professors, regarded him with awe. He would be the greatest shaman ever to pass
through the Academy doors. But, though he enjoyed mastering his craft, he
missed his family and his kingdom. Upon his graduation from the final school, the
prince refused an offer to aid in magical research and returned home.

Unfortunately,
Kedaunnor was no longer as calm and peaceful as it had once been. Shortly after
the birth of Urúvion’s sister, The Queen Matriarch of the neighboring kingdom
of Voorhiven had proposed uniting the two powerful nations by wedding her
eldest son to the Kedaunnor princess. Eirdaran had tentatively agreed with a
few changes: he would only agree to allow the Prince court his daughter as he
refused to wed her to a stranger without her agreement and the entire contract
was null should she find her true mate. The Queen wasn’t happy with the changes
but agreed; few found their mates within their first millennia and, once the
two were wed and had produced an heir, Talaima could enjoy as many lovers as
she wanted. Her plans were thwarted when Talaima informed the royal family of
Voorhiven that, though she was greatly honored by their offer, she had recently
found her soul’s mate in the ruling noble of Lidelaas, a small Duchy on the
northern border of their lands. The couple had been tested and the mating was
true; the agreement was null.

After
the marriage of Princess Talaima and Duke Calaion, Urúvion was called to the
human lands to perform a ceremony for a friend. He’d spent his last century at
the Academy with Massena, an Ifrit Djinn, causing as much mischief as they
possibly could and not get expelled. They’d formed a close bond and had missed
being in the other’s company since their graduation. The elf had been overjoyed
to hear that his friend had finally found his mate and honored to be asked to
aid in their mating ceremony. He’d been fascinated with the human lands and
spent over a hundred years exploring the world and learning the ways of its
people before he received the urgent summons to come home.

Voorhiven
had demanded compensation for the broken agreement, though they had no legal foundation
upon which to base it, and war loomed. The only nations who’d backed the Queen
Matriarch were those that bore their own personal grievances against the
thriving nation. Meanwhile, the mage city-state of Malvarin sided with Kedaunnor,
as did Lidelaas. The fighting began small, skirmishes to gauge strengths and
weaknesses, and then all hell broke loose. Though Kedaunnor had magical might
and sheer size over Voorhiven, the Queen Matriarch wasn’t bound by the rules of
ethical combat or magical studies. She was a master of Death magic and used it
freely and openly, much to the horror of her enemies and allies alike. If her
men fell in battle, she’d raise them as mindless, shambling corpses or tormented
ghosts – unleashing their thirst for vengeance upon all who stumbled across
their paths.

In
the face of such horror, Kedaunnor was forced into a controlled retreat.

Two
hundred years into the war, an unexpected ally joined the besieged nation in the
forms of Massena and his mate, Metucosa. Their son had retreated to the
soothing flame of his primordial element following the death of his human wife
and they had come seeking wisdom and assistance from their friend. What they
found was a nation on the verge of succumbing to the evil forces of the
Voorhiven Queen. The djinni, along with a select force of Malvarin shaman, fought
tirelessly to turn the tide of the war. As a First, Massena’s Ifrit power was
beyond formidable and it had been enhanced by his magical teachings at the
Academy. In less than a decade, the Queen Matriarch had been captured, her
undead army destroyed, and peace returned to the fey lands.

After
the Queen’s trial and subsequent execution, King Eirdaran wished only for peace
and abdicated his throne to his eldest son. The folk of Kedaunnor welcomed
their savior as their king while the surrounding nations viewed him with
suspicion. Conquering heroes tended to continue to conquer; however, Urúvion’s
open and friendly manner, his unmatched magical skills, and shrewd political maneuvering
soon put the others more at ease. His skills were such that soon he took on the role, and then the title, of Arbiter - an honorary title that few had held before him. None had ever been so young nor so successful. A
time of peace and prosperity rose in the kingdom that soon touched all those
surrounding it like the ripples on a lake.

When the humans began yet another war, this one with potentially catastrophic consequences, Urúvion had been the natural choice to work with the other nonhumans. The rulers for each fae nation gathered and decided that a single voice would be better than sending dozens or more of their people into the human world. In order to give that voice the power to make decisions on their behalf, they created the position of King of Kings. - someone who knew their ways and would act in the best interests of their people. Once more, the King of Kedaunnor seemed the logical choice. Fascinated still by the human world, Urúvion agreed and never once regretted his decision.

Privately,
however, his life wasn’t as fulfilling. He’d lost his closest friends with the
deaths of Massena and Metucosa but found a greater one in their son, Micipsa.
He’d wed a beautiful young dryad that, though she wasn’t his true mate, he’d
loved dearly and with all his heart. After the birth of their second son, she’d
disappeared into the forest to merge once more with her parent tree. She
returned from time to time to check on her children but could no longer remain
by his side.

The
final blow to his happiness and peace of mind was when his true mate joined the
Royal Guard. He’d never revealed to another living soul that he’d found his
mate at a young age. The fae were an irreverent, joyful bunch but, in many
ways, quite traditional when it came to the royal families. Urúvion’s mate made
his soul rejoice, brought him happiness he’d never before known, and challenged
him to be a better king and elf, but didn’t fit into the accepted role of the
King’s Consort. Having just found peace after a horrific war, the young king feared
what such a revelation would do to his world; and so, with a heavy heart, he’d
suppressed the mating pull and denied himself the other half of his soul.

(Edited with credit info on pic below- The picture I'm using for Urúvion is by kerembeyit and all rights and copyrights are property of the artist. I claim nothing other than he's a hottie!)